“In one thousand feet turn left,” said the feminine voice of
my smartphone’s navigation system.
“My GPS shows that we keep going straight,” said the
feminine voice of the wife in the seat next to me.
“Turn left.”
“We need to go straight for two point three miles.”
Like any man who has been married for any length of time, I
chose to listen to the wife. We went
straight.
The Navigator said, “Make a U turn at the next
intersection.”
“We need to make a left onto six twenty,” came the
countermand from the passenger seat.
Having missed that intersection, the GPS directs, “Make a U
turn at the next intersection.”
“You were supposed to turn back there,” came the wife’s
instructions.
I said, “But you said to turn at six twenty. I didn’t see anything that said that was six
twenty.”
“Okay, now we need to keep going for seven and a half
miles,” came the exasperated voice next to me.
To which I responded, “How can we keep going straight for
seven and a half miles if we were
supposed to have turned back there?”
“Seven and a third miles, now,” replied the wife.
“Rerouting. Continue
straight ahead for seven point one miles,” said the Navigatior.
Okay, this
hasn’t been word for word of our journey into Round Rock today. However, sit is true to the essence of the
trip. In the end, we reached our
destination but I have no idea as to how we got there. I’m quite certain that it was circuitous
route. I have an image from the cartoon
“Family Circus” where little Billy is asked to go to the mail box and the
dotted lines show that he has jumped a fence, climbed a tree, played ball with
a friend, splashed in a puddle, petted a dog, talked to the neighbor, rode his
bike, dug a hole and returned to the house without going to the mail box. That was what our Global Positioning Satellite
was seeing from space of my attempts to find Sam’s Club today.
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| Proof that we made it to Sam's Club |
Getting
home was a piece of cake. We pulled out
of the parking lot onto the entrance ramp to Interstate thirty five got off
onto highway twenty nine and followed it home!
Next time … next time … I’m not listening to anybody but the voices in my head.
